You know how I love my marks - I wear them, enjoy them, wince at them and glow with pride at them. And bruises are up there with the best marks. This weekend, no impact play. Oh no - much more intense and collected than that. But I've still got bruises :-D Fronts of my thighs, up near the region, from where I was probably grinding into the table. So not only can I take a 'monkey shower' and grin from the inside out, but also every time I pull my pants down I can see the bruises at the front and it transports me straight back. Table, towel, you, me, 60 needles, blood, horn, love.
xxxxxx
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